Look Me In The Eye | Pt.3
look me in the eye | pt.3
pairing: max verstappen x rbr!engineer!reader
summary: the rb21 is unfixable-the whole world knows that, now-but you've become so much more than just his engineer and they should know that too.
a/n: i just...max verstappen...and thank you guys sm for the love you've shown this series! here is the last part <3
part one / part two / part three
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The moment you step out of the storage room-you figured that out when Max shoved you against a nice metal rack and some probably important things crashed to the ground-reality crashes down on you like a tidal wave.
You just kissed Max Verstappen.
Max Verstappen just kissed you.
You don't know how it can get worse, but it will. He looks completely at ease, like he didn't just change the trajectory of your entire life in the span of a few heated seconds. Meanwhile, you feel like you're about to combust. Your lips are still tingling, your mind racing, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of the noise outside: the team is still celebrating, the media is still circling, and maybe you're being a little dramatic but people will want answers that you can't give.
Max notices your panic before you can even say anything. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. "Breathe."
You shoot him a glare that lacks any real venom. "Don't tell me what to do."
His lips twitch. "Then don't look like you’re about to pass out." Which is ironic, because if he hadn't kissed you senseless, you probably wouldn't look like...whatever you look like right now. You need a mirror. Your hair is all messed up from the frenzy-his is too, though it suits his post-race look-and you straighten the collar of your shirt.
Damn you. You shove past him, desperate for space, for air, for something that isn't Max Verstappen and his infuriating ability to act like everything is fine. Your body betrays you, though, because even as you move, you feel his warmth lingering, his presence like a gravitational pull you can’t escape.
And then, as if the universe is determined to make your life a nightmare, Christian Horner appears. The devil himself.
You barely manage to school your expression into something neutral as he approaches, eyes sharp, mouth set in a line that promises nothing good.
"Max." He nods at Red Bull's star driver before turning to you. "We need to talk."
Max doesn't move. "She's busy," he quips.
You whip your head toward him, eyes wide. "Max."
Christian doesn't look amused. "Now."
You sigh, throwing Max one last look before following Christian into one of the back offices. The second the door closes, he lets out a heavy breath and pinches the bridge of his nose like he's trying to will away a migraine.
"You know why we're here."
You cross your arms, steeling yourself. "If this is about that stupid interview-"
"Stupid?" Christian cuts you off and his eyes narrow quickly. "Do you have any idea what you just walked into? The media is losing it. The fans are in a frenzy. And now I have PR breathing down my neck asking if Max Verstappen is in a relationship with one of his engineers."
This isn't good. No, not at all. Today is not a good day to have Christian Horner mad at you. "It's not-"
"It doesn't matter what it is," Christian interrupts. "Believe me. The only thing I care about is what it looks like."
You don't have an argument for that. Because he's right. Perception is everything in this sport, and right now, the perception is that you are tangled up in something that no team principal wants to deal with.
Christian sighs and it's like all his fury is evaporating. "Look. I really don't care what you do in your personal life. I don't even care what Max does, as long as he keeps winning. But I need to know if this is going to be a problem."
You hesitate. "Define 'a problem.'"
Christian levels you with a look. "Are you going to be a distraction? To him? To yourself?"
Your mind flashes back to the kiss, to the way Max looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment. Your heart stutters.
"No," you say, more firmly than you feel. "This doesn't affect my work."
Christian watches you for a long moment, then nods. "Good. Then handle it."
You swallow. "Handle it?"
"Either shut it down or control the narrative," he says. "But I don't want any more surprises."
You nod, even though you don't know what exactly you're affirming with that nod. The problem is, you don't know if you can shut it down. You don't know if you even want to.
When you leave the office, Max is leaning against the wall, waiting. Of course he is.
He leaps up when he sees you. "What did he say?"
"That I need to handle it," you explain.
Max’s expression doesn’t change. "And are you going to?
"I don’t know."
There it is again. You can't read Max Verstappen. He asks, "Do you want me to?"
All your problems come from the same thing-you should say yes, no, whatever it takes to shut down all this that's happening. You should make him go on some press circuit and laugh it off as a misunderstanding, to make sure your name isn't attached to his ever again. You should be walking away from this mess because it's not part of your job description and getting involved with an athlete never seems to end well. Even if it's Max Verstappen.
But you don't.
You never do, it seems.
Instead, you look at him: the way his jaw is clenched, the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you but won't unless you let him, and you keep making the same choice.
"I think," you say carefully, "we should talk."
Max’s lips curve slightly. "Dinner?"
You groan, shoving his shoulder. "Not helping."
His laugh is soft, but there's something else in his eyes now. Something serious. "Then let’s talk."
It's been a long time coming, but right there, you realize you're past the point of no return.
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The ride back to the hotel is suffocating. Not the air-no, the air-conditioning in Max's car is great, thankfully, because it sure cost a lot-but because Max is sitting next to you, silent, his fingers drumming against his thigh so close to you if he shifts just a little his hands will be on yours. You push that thought aside. Now's not a good time to get worked up over him. Not now.
You should say something. You should clear the air. But every time you open your mouth, nothing comes out. Instead, you replay everything in your head: the kiss, the way he looked at you after, Christian's warning, and the way Max had asked if you wanted him to handle it. Like it was his responsibility. Like he was willing to do whatever you asked, even if it meant pretending none of this ever happened.
The thought unsettles you more than it should.
"You're thinking too much."
You blink, snapping out of your spiral. Max is watching you instead of the road. Stupid, stupid.
You roll your eyes. "And you’re not thinking at all."
He smirks, eyes darting back forward for a moment before they rest on your face. "That’s not true. I'm thinking about dinner."
"Max, this isn't a joke." You let out a frustrated sigh, turning to face him.
"I know." He's suddenly serious, his voice quieter. "That's why we should talk. Properly. Without Christian breathing down your neck."
You hesitate. You know he's right. You can't keep avoiding this, can't pretend that what happened in the storage room didn't just flip your world upside down. But you also don't know how to have this conversation without risking everything.
Max waits patiently, letting you come to your own conclusion. He always does that. He gives you space, but never too much. Always just enough to make sure you don’t run.
"Fine," you mutter. "But not dinner. We saw how that went."
He raises a brow. "Drinks?"
"No."
"A walk, then."
You sigh, but you don't argue. You suppose a walk is neutral territory. You can talk without the pressure of sitting across from him at a table, without the weight of eye contact that lasts too long.
When you arrive at the hotel, you don't give yourself time to hesitate. You step out, waiting for him, and he follows without question after tossing his keys at the valet. There's a cool breeze, and you focus on that instead of the way your fingers still tingle from where they brushed against Max's earlier.
You walk side by side, the silence stretching, but it isn't uncomfortable. It never is. That’s part of the problem, isn't it? It's always been too easy with him.
"I meant what I said," Max finally says. "I don't want this to be a problem for you."
"It's not that simple, Max."
"It could be."
You huff out a short laugh. "For you, maybe."
He stops walking, and you do too, turning to face him. There's something in his expression that makes your breath catch.
"I like you," he says, and your heart stutters. "And I think you like me too."
You swallow hard. "Max-"
"I know it's complicated. I know Christian is watching us like a hawk. I know you're worried about your job, your reputation." His voice is steady, unwavering. "But I'm not going to pretend this isn't happening just because it's inconvenient."
Your mouth feels dry. It does sound simple when he's saying it.
"Tell me to stop. Tell me this is nothing, and I'll walk away."
You hate him for that. Hate him for putting the choice in your hands, for making you responsible for whatever happens next.
But you don't tell him to stop. You don't say anything at all. You look at him clearly: this man you've watched grow up from a boy. You've seen him destroy things in fits of rage after bad races, you've seen him beam like the sun, and you've seen the way his eyes turn stormy oceans when they look at you. He sees you too.
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bahrain 2025 post-race interview
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y/n 🌎 gee, max, you're going to get to my ego
y/n 🌎 first "my everything," then "the constant"
y/n 🌎 and what's that about always? i don't believe that.
my mashed potato Are you referring to us or you being the constant? Because I don't believe in that either, but you have me as long as you want
y/n 🌎 are you SERIOUSLY CHECKING YOUR PHONE DURING AN INTERVIEW
y/n 🌎 sorry for all caps i just like it a lot when you get all romantic
my mashed potato i know ❤️
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a/n: max verstappen and 3-post series are very special to me
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hi! how are you? i was thinking maybe max x reader where reader just needs a hug. like maybe someone has made her feel bad and she just can't help but crumble into his arms, sobbing in his chest. hurt-comfort kinda :)
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 | max verstappen × fem!reader
summary | you come home shattered after a rough day. max sees through your silence, holds you as you break down, and comforts you with quiet love
warnings | emotional distress, crying, hurt/comfort themes, mention of self-doubt/insecurity, soft fluff and vulnerability
word count | 1.3 k
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The day had started like any other. You woke up to the sound of your alarm, answered a few messages, even dared to wear that sweater you love so much the one Max always says makes you look “ridiculously adorable.” But as the hours passed, something inside you began to crumble, as if the world was mocking your efforts to hold yourself together.
It started with an offhand comment, one of those disguised as a joke but aimed straight at the heart. It wasn’t the first time someone questioned your place, your decisions, your way of being. But today, it caught you off guard. The words cut deep, right into that corner of your chest where you keep all your insecurities, that place Max tries to fill with his affection, but that sometimes just opens up on its own.
You pretended to be fine. You smiled. You nodded. You even made a joke yourself, as if it didn’t matter.
But it did matter.
It mattered so much that the moment you walked into the apartment you share with Max, everything felt heavy. You dropped your keys on the entryway table, like always, but you didn’t take off your shoes. Or your jacket. You just stood there, back against the wall, feeling your eyes well up with tears without permission.
Max was in the living room, checking something on his tablet—maybe telemetry or a strategy for the next race. When he saw you, his expression changed instantly.
"Love?" he asked softly, setting the tablet aside. "Are you okay?"
You couldn’t answer. You just shook your head, trying to say yes, but your lips trembled and your eyes filled completely with tears.
Max reached you in two steps, quick but unrushed, with that way he has of respecting your space without staying too far.
"Hey… look at me," he whispered, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. "What happened?"
And that was it.
Your body trembled. Your lips broke into a muffled sob. You shut your eyes tight and threw yourself against his chest as if it were the only safe place on earth.
Max held you without another word. His arms wrapped around you with firmness, as if he could hold together all the shattered pieces you were trying so hard to keep intact. His chin rested on your head, and he began to sway you gently, while your tears soaked his shirt.
"You’re here now," he murmured into your hair. "I’m with you. You don’t have to say anything yet."
Your fingers clutched his back as if you were going to disappear, and he simply held you. Patiently. Calmly. Lovingly.
Because sometimes, understanding isn’t what matters. Just being there.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, in his arms, your face buried in his chest as your world melted into tears. The silence between you was warm, soft, as if Max knew exactly that you didn’t need solutions, just comfort.
When your crying slowly began to ease, you felt his hand stroking your back in slow circles, and his other hand interlaced with yours.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked quietly, no pressure, just leaving the door open for you to step through when you were ready.
You took a deep breath. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. He wasn’t in a rush he just looked at you with that tenderness that seemed reserved only for you. And then the words began to come, halting, with pauses and knots in your throat.
"It was something stupid…" you murmured, hating how vulnerable you felt. "Someone said something. Like a joke. But it hurt. It made me feel… like I don’t matter. Like everything I do is a joke."
Max frowned. Not in anger toward you, but toward whoever had made you feel that way.
"Who was it?"
You shook your head. You didn’t want to cause trouble. You just wanted the pain to go away.
"It doesn’t matter. It’s just that… I was already holding in so much. And that was like… the last drop."
Max brought your hands to his lips and kissed them slowly, never breaking eye contact.
"Of course it matters," he said, his tone firm but full of care. "Because if something hurts you, then it matters. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. You’re not a joke. You’re not less. And if someone made you feel that way, they clearly don’t know who you really are."
His words broke you a little more, but this time in a different way. As if each sentence was unraveling the knot of guilt you carried in your chest.
"Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in," you whispered. "Like I’m less than everyone else. Like I don’t have the right to be tired, or sad, or hurt."
Max shook his head, eyes locked on yours.
"You have the right to all of that and more. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me. I’m here to hold you up when you can’t anymore. Always."
And then he hugged you again, tighter this time, as if trying to rebuild you from scratch with nothing but his embrace.
"You fit with me," he added, whispering in your ear. "In my life, in my world. And if the world doesn’t see how lucky it is to have you, then the problem is with the world not you."
A silent tear rolled down your cheek, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness.
It was relief.
After that hug, there wasn’t much left to say… but Max still wasn’t ready to let go of you completely.
He helped you take off your jacket, took your hand, and led you to the couch as if you were made of glass—not out of pity, but out of genuine care. He made sure you were comfortable, knelt in front of you, and studied your face for a moment in silence, as if checking for any shadows that still lingered.
"Don’t move, okay?" he asked with a half-smile.
"What are you going to do?"
"Trust me."
And you did.
A few minutes later, the sound of the coffee machine filled the quiet of the house, followed by the soft crinkle of a cookie bag. It wasn’t anything grand. It wasn’t an expensive gift or a surprise trip. But when Max returned to the living room with your favorite cookies, a mug of warm milk, and a blanket in the other hand, you understood something important.
It wasn’t the gesture itself. It was the way.
It was how he remembered what you liked when you were sad. How he knew exactly what to say without pushing. How he looked at you—as if even after seeing you fall apart, you were still his favorite person in the world.
He sat next to you and wrapped the blanket around you with a care that felt like pure love. Then he handed you the mug and settled beside you, pulling you against his chest while his fingers played with your hair.
"Did I tell you today how brave you are?" he murmured suddenly.
You shook your head with a shy smile.
"Well, you are. A lot. But even brave people need to rest. Cry. Feel bad. That doesn’t make them weak. It makes them real."
You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling more at peace than you had all day.
"Thank you, Max."
"Always," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "This is your place. And no one—absolutely no one—has the right to make you feel otherwise."
He didn’t respond with more words. He didn’t need to. He just hugged you tighter, let the silence speak for you both, and for the first time all day… you felt like you could breathe again.
Hey could you do fic for Kimi Raikkonen with wife reader during his time at Ferrari? She was stealing his sunglasses like she crash his interviews just for it and he's not doing anything about it. Even when he's wearing it at night like at Singapore GP. So he's got a matching one for her. And they rocked together. Just something fluff and cute. Add something else to it if it's not right. Tag me later!! Thanks :))
NOT YOURS, OURS|K.RÄIKKÖNEN
Pairing; Kimi Räikkönen x Wife!reader
Summary; In which you’re constantly stealing your husband’s sunglasses so he gets you your own matching ones.
Warnings; none.
Author’s note; take a shot everytime the word sunglasses is mentioned.
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Kimi was constantly wearing sunglasses, it was his signature look and it wasn’t very often you’d find him without them, even if he wasn’t wearing them, they’d be there resting on his cap or hanging from his collar.
Even now, as the two of you stood at the entrance of the garage, watching as the rain fell down into the track, wrapped up in his arms as he wrapped the edges of the coat he was wearing around you to keep you warm, he had his sunglasses on.
Not bothering to fight your temptations you pulled back causing his grip on you to loosen and you reached up, taking the sunglasses from his face and putting them on your own.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow but you simply smiled and posed for him. "How do I look?"
Kimi smiled and shook his head at your silliness. "Beautiful." He replied.
Your smile brightened at his words, stomach fluttering from his compliment as you leaned back into his embrace.
You couldn’t see a thing from the darkness of the sky and the sunglasses mixed together, you didn’t know how he walked about like this but that was a question for another day.
Kimi was out unwillingly doing some interviews so you made the decision to go and roam around the track with absolutely no destination in mind when you saw him in the middle of the track doing a sit down interview with Jenson for Sky Sports.
You smirked as you walked closer. Approaching him from behind, you stepped into frame and wrapped your arms around him to remove the sunglasses from his face, catching him by surprise but as soon as he noticed it was you he relaxed.
Watching as you placed them on your own face, giving him a smile and a cheeky wave before walking away, leaving him shaking his head at you.
"What was that all about?" Jenson asked, laughing.
"Bwoah, i don’t know." Kimi shrugged.
You were in Singapore and the sky was pitch black but the track was lit up reading for the race to begin, Kimi was standing in the pit lane and even though the sun went down long ago, his sunglasses remained on his face as he spoke to his race engineer.
Walking to to him, you didn’t hesitate to reach up and take them from him, the man not even flinching as he continued with his conversation as though nothing had even happened.
You smiled as you placed them on your own face, the dark shades blocking everything but the lights on the track.
When he was finished talking he turned to you with a pointed look. "Those are mine."
You shook your head. "Not yours. Ours."
Kimi hummed. "This is becoming a habit now."
"I like them." You simply told him.
You were in Qatar and the sun was glaring down on you causing you to scowl in annoyance, looking around with your hand raised above your eyes, you spotted your husband.
He was dressed as he always was, red cap, red shirt, black shorts, black sunglasses. You walked towards him with a spring in your step.
Just when you were close enough to reach up and grab his sunglasses from his face, Kimi grabbed your hand to stop you.
As a pout began to form on your face, your husband simply shook his head and reached into his pocket. In his hand was a pair of sunglasses, an exact replica of the ones that were currently resting on his nose and under them to you.
“You have no reason to steal mine now,” he huffed but there was the slightest hint of a smile growing on his lips.
You took the sunglasses from him and placed them on, not acknowledging his slight dig at your antics.
“How do I look?” You asked him the same question you did a couple races ago.
“Perfect, as always,” he responded simply.
Stuck With You || Chapter 2
Warnings: abuse, trauma, lost of parents. very sensitive topics here in this story.
Wordcount; 1k652
Summary: a nice dinner and a little back story
Story inspired by @sunsoothed, credits to her for some the scenes and inspiration. Please read her fic ‘after the rain’ which has inspired this story
Chapters: 1 - 2
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BIRTH OF TWINS
DadLando Norris X Mom!fem!reader
Summary: To which Y/n goes into premature labor for the birth of the twins, however, Lando is at the airport returning home and fears that he will not make it in time.
Words: 5.9K+
Warnings: Mention of childbirth, complications of childbirth, twins, pain (??), a little distressing, cute, romantic and happy.
Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. This is part of a small universe, but can be read separately. ❤️🇧🇷
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There were still three weeks until the twins' expected delivery date, but Y/n had already been feeling light, training contractions for a few days. However, he didn't tell anyone, not even Lando, that he was about to catch a flight to a race and would be gone for four days.
"Are you sure you want me to go?" Lando asked, taking her hands in his.
"I do. I'll be fine. My mom and Cisca will stay with me." She smiled, trying to convey confidence.
Lando sighed and nodded, leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead before leaving.
Days passed and that morning, Y/n woke up feeling strange. The contractions seemed to be stronger, but they were still spaced out for hours. She decided to ignore it and went about her day as normal while Christy, her mother, and Cisca were at home helping her.
As the day went on, Y/n began to notice that the contractions were becoming more frequent and painful. A discomfort in her lower belly began to appear, and for the first time, she wondered if labor was starting. Still, I didn't want to alarm anyone.
As they talked in the living room, Y/n suddenly grimaced, holding her belly and leaning on the arm of the couch as a stronger contraction came.
"Y/n?" Christy called, worried.
She took a deep breath before looking up at her mother and Cisca.
"I think... I'm in labor."
The silence lasted for a second before Cisca hurriedly stood up.
"OMG, we need to go to the hospital!" She exclaimed, standing up.
"Calm down, Cisca." Christy placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Are you sure, honey?"
Y/n nodded and carefully sat down on the couch.
"The contractions aren't regular yet, but... I've been feeling them for a few days."
Cisca's eyes widened. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A FEW DAYS AGO?!"
Christy sighed, massaging her daughter's back. "Daughter, you should have told me sooner."
"I thought it was nothing..." Y/n muttered, biting her lip.
Cisca took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Then, let's go to the hospital now."
Y/n shook her head.
"Not yet. The doctor said we only need to go when the contractions get closer together."
Although reluctant, Christy and Cisca agreed to wait, but decided to monitor every detail. Christy took out her cell phone and began to time the contractions.
After a few minutes, Y/n looked at Cisca.
"Did Lando text? Is he coming back already?"
Cisca shook her head. "I haven't received anything yet, dear."
"Can you hand me your cell phone? It's over there on the counter." Cisca picked up the phone and handed it to her. "Thank you."
Christy continued to rub her back when Y/n unlocked her phone and saw that there were no messages from Lando. Her eyes burned and she placed the device aside, covering her face with her hands.
"I'm scared." Her voice was choked. "Lando should be here... the babies are too far along... I don't know if I can do it.
Cisca crouched down in front of her, holding her hand.
"You can do it, honey. You're strong. The babies might be a little early, but it'll be okay."
"Yes, you will." Christy reinforced, squeezing her daughter's arm. "Lando is coming, and you're not alone."
Y/n took a deep breath, running her hand over her stomach.
"Liam, Lola... stay calm, okay? Daddy's coming."
Cisca got up to get the maternity bags while Y/n tried to calm down.
An hour passed. The contractions had slowed down, but Y/n knew another one could come at any moment. Then, her phone lit up with a text from Lando.
'Honey, I'm boarding the jet now. In two hours I'll be home with you and the babies.
Y/n felt her heart tighten. Could she wait two hours for Lando to arrive?
She quickly responded.
'Lan...I'm in labor.'
He saw it at the same moment and, seconds later, the cell phone screen showed a video call.
When he answered, Lando appeared pale, walking quickly towards the jet.
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" He put his hands on his head, his voice filled with panic. "Oh my God, love, are you okay?! How are the babies?!"
Y/n tried to remain calm, but her voice still came out shaky.
"I... I'm fine. The contractions are still spaced out, but I think it's going to happen today."
Lando took a deep breath, trying to process.
"I'll be on time. I promise."
"Cisca and my mom are with me." Y/n turned the camera to show the two of them busy organizing their bags.
Lando shook his head.
"They need to take you to the hospital now."
"Not yet." Y/n replied. "The doctor said to go when the contractions get closer together."
"What if it speeds up all of a sudden? I don't want you having babies at home!"
"Lan, this wasn't supposed to happen for another three weeks. The babies can't come now, they need to stay a little longer." Her voice broke at the end, and a tear ran down her cheek.
Lando squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Baby, it's going to be okay. I know it's early, but Liam and Lola are ready to come into the world. And I'm going to get there as soon as I can."
Y/n sniffed and nodded. "I wanted to wait for you..."
Lando closes his eyes for a moment, trying to remain calm, and says firmly: "Nothing will go wrong. You are strong, love. Liam and Lola have the best mommy in the world. I'm going as fast as I can, and if they decide to come before... then I trust that you will bring them into the world in the best way."
Y/n runs her hand over her belly and smiles with tears in her eyes. "Did you hear that, babies? Daddy's coming. But how about we wait for him?"
Lando smiles on the other side of the screen, visibly moved. He is about to say something else, but the call starts to fail. Yin realizes that the plane is taking off.
"I love you. I love you. I love you..." Lando repeats over and over, wanting Y/n to hear his words before the screen freezes and the call drops.
Y/n sighs deeply, holding her cell phone against her chest. Cisca places the delivery bag at the door, aware that the moment had arrived.
A new contraction arrives, more intense than before. Y/n lets out a moan and tears stream down her face, but this time it wasn't just from the pain-it was from fear. Christy quickly approaches, holding her hand tightly.
"Shh, my love... I'm here. It's going to be okay. You're strong, and I know you can do it."
Y/n lets out a sob, trying to control her breathing. "I want to go to the hospital. The pain is too much, mom... something is wrong."
Christy and Cisca exchange a worried look before nodding. Cisca grabs the bags while Christy helps Y/n to stand up carefully. Little by little, they leave the house, and Y/n leans on her mother, feeling another strong tightening in her belly. Lando's mother grabs the keys and locks the door, already sending a message to Y/n's doctor.
On the way to the car, Y/n cries softly, holding her mother's arm. "I thought we would have more time..." She murmurs, her voice breaking with emotion.
Christy runs her hand through her daughter's hair lovingly. "You've waited long enough, my love. Now it's time to meet your babies."
Cisca smiles as she gets into the car and looks in the rearview mirror. "I think Liam and Lola just want to meet their mommy, who they already love so much."
Y/n lets out a little laugh through her tears, feeling her heart warm with those words.
The drive to the hospital is long. Traffic is bad, the lights seem to take forever to change, and with each contraction, Christy holds Y/n's hand and helps her breathe. Cisca drives as fast as she can, trying to stay calm, but the worried look in the rearview mirror gives her away.
As soon as the car parks in front of the hospital, a nurse is already waiting for them with a wheelchair. Christy and Cisca rush out - one opens the door for Y/n, while the other grabs the bags.
Y/n hesitates for a moment before sitting down in the chair, holding her belly. "Lando isn't here yet..." She murmurs, concern evident in her voice.
Christy squeezes his hand. "He's coming, my love. But right now we need to focus on you and the babies."
"Honey, do you know how long there is between contractions?" The nurse asks.
Y/n responds with a shaky sigh. "They were an hour apart... but now they're closer."
When they enter the hospital, Y/n is taken straight to a room. Christy holds his hand until they have to part momentarily.
"I'll make your entrance, dear. Cisca will stay with you until I get back."
Cisca nods in agreement and smiles at Y/n.
In the room, the doctor who monitored the pregnancy performs some tests while the nurse checks Y/n's dilation.
"Three centimeters," the nurse says. "It's still too early to push. It may take a few hours to reach the ten centimeters needed for delivery."
Y/n lets out a shaky breath, looking at the doctor. "There are still three weeks until they are born..."
The doctor nods with an understanding look. "Yes, ideally they would stay a little longer, but twin pregnancies tend to come early. You were already receiving corticosteroids to help the babies' lungs mature, and we'll give them another dose now to make sure they're born strong."
Y/n nods, feeling a little more relieved. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tries to relax. Cisca sits next to her, holding her hand.
Shortly after, the nurse arrives with the medicine and applies it to Y/n, who takes a deep breath.
The nurse smiles at her before leaving. "You're doing great. If you need anything, just call."
And then, Christy returns to the room. "Okay, I've already checked you in and told Lando that we're here. I also sent a message to your father, and told him not to worry, that we're with you."
Y/n smiles, grateful. "Thank you, mom."
Christy strokes her arm. "Always, my daughter."
Cisca stands up. "I'll tell the Norrises too. I'll be right back."
"Thank you, Cisca." Christy smiles. "I'll take care of our grandchildren."
Cisca laughs. "Needless to say, you've already started."
Y/n lets out a weak laugh, feeling calmer.
Christy sits next to her, holding her hand and looking into her daughter's eyes. Now so grown up, a strong woman, married and about to have babies of her own.
"My love, I still remember the day I held you in my arms for the first time. You were so tiny... and now here you are, about to bring your own babies into the world." Y/n smiles weakly, still feeling the anxiety. Christy squeezes her hand tighter. "I always knew you would be an amazing mother. You have so much love in your heart, Y/n. Liam and Lola are so lucky to have you."
Y/n's eyes water. "What if I'm not strong enough?"
Christy runs her hand through her hair, her voice firm but full of affection. "You're already strong. You've been through so much, and look where you are. You've created a beautiful family, found someone who truly loves you, and now you're bringing these two little miracles into this world." Y/n closes her eyes, feeling a few tears fall. Christy wipes them away gently. "I'm so proud of you, my love. You've always been my brave little girl."
Y/n looks at her mother with emotion, her voice coming out as a whisper: "Thank you for being here... I couldn't do it without you."
Christy smiles and kisses his forehead. "I always will be, my love. Always."
And then a cell phone beeps inside the bag, Christy gets up and reaches for the cell phone inside and sees that it was from Y/n, smiling when she sees the screen lit up.
"It's a message from Lando," he said, handing the device to his daughter.
Y/n quickly unlocked her phone and opened the conversation.
Love❤️: "We're landing in 30 minutes. Are you at the hospital yet? I'll be right there!"
She smiled, feeling immediate relief at knowing he was so close. With slightly trembling fingers, she typed a reply.
Y/n: "Yes, I'm already at the hospital. The contractions are still bearable, so there's no need to run like crazy. Drive calmly, love."
Love❤️: "You know me, right? Running is part of my DNA. But I promise I'll arrive in one piece. I love you!"
Y/n: "I love you more. We're waiting for you, daddy."
After sending the message, he sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment and placing his hand on his stomach.
"Lando will be here in a few minutes," he said, his voice still thick with emotion.
Christy smiled, leaning forward and placing a loving kiss on her daughter's forehead. "So now you can relax a little. He's on his way, and soon you'll be together to meet these two little angels."
Before Y/n could respond, Cisca entered the room with an amused smile, holding her cell phone in her hand.
"I just told Adam and Lando's brothers. I think their reaction was even more intense than ours." He said with a laugh. "You should have seen the messages, it looked like they were freaking out!"
Y/n chuckled softly. "I expect no less from the Norris family." She commented, amused by the image in her mind of her desperate brothers-in-law.
"Flo, Cisca and Oliver's wife also sent their support to you," Cisca added, sitting down in the armchair next to the bed. "By the way! Flo already asked me to deliver flowers here for you!"
Y/n smiled, feeling their affection. "Tell them I appreciate it. And that they'll soon meet Liam and Lola."
Time passed and the contractions began to get closer together, but the dilation was still low. The doctor returned to the room to check the babies' heartbeats while the nurse performed some tests on Y/n.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at the monitor, listening carefully to the two little hearts beating loudly.
"They're both strong," the doctor said with a smile. "And look at their fast heartbeats. It's like they're ready to run."
Y/n chuckled softly. "Well, they're Lando's kids. And he's not exactly the epitome of calm."
The doctor laughed along. "That explains a lot."
The room was prepared for the arrival of the babies. In the corner, there were pink and blue balloons, some welcome cards and flowers sent to Y/n. Two large teddy bears were placed side by side, each with a name embroidered on the belly Lola and Liam. A gift from Y/n's father.
There was a knock on the door and Christy got up to answer it. When she opened it, a smile lit up her face. "Look who's here!!"
Y/n turned her head immediately, feeling tears well up in her eyes as she saw Lando standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"You did it..." She murmured, sighing in relief.
Lando smiled and walked over to the bed, leaning down to kiss her forehead before looking into his wife's eyes.
"I told you I wouldn't miss this for anything." He handed her the bouquet and smiled. "To my strongest, most amazing girl. I love you more than I can put into words."
Y/n smiled and a few tears fell from her eyes, holding the flowers lovingly. "Thank you, love. I love you sooo much."
Lando then bent down to get closer to her belly, running his hand over her skin with an enchanted look.
"And you two, huh? You didn't even want to wait for daddy to get here." He joked. "But now everything is fine. Daddy came to help mommy, so you can rest easy." He looked up and only then noticed Christy and Cisca watching the scene with smiles on their faces. "Ah... I hadn't even seen you there." He said, laughing.
Christy laughed. "Don't worry, dear. We didn't mean to interrupt the moment."
Lando walked around the bed and hugged first his mother-in-law, then his mother. "Thank you for taking care of her and the babies."
"No need to thank me, Lan. We wouldn't leave her side for anything." Cisca said fondly.
"And now that you're here, let's leave you two to enjoy this moment." Christy added. She held Y/n's hand once more. "If you need anything, I'll be downstairs, my love."
"Thank you, Mom."
Christy smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead. "You're amazing, Y/n. Everything will be okay."
As soon as the two left the room, Lando turned his attention to his wife. But before he could say anything, he felt Y/n squeeze his hand tightly.
"One more..." She mumbled, closing her eyes as the contraction came.
Lando immediately grabbed her hand with both of his. "I'm here, love. Take a deep breath, this will pass. You're doing great."
Time passed and, with each contraction, Lando remained by her side, holding her hand, whispering sweet words and encouraging her. He felt her fingers tightening around his with increasing force, but he did not complain. Her pain was greater than anything he could feel.
And then the nurse came in again and smiled at Y/n. "I'm going to check your dilation, okay?"
Y/n nodded, taking a deep breath as a few tears ran down her face.
After examining her, the nurse smiled. "We are fully dilated. It's time to bring the babies into the world."
Y/n's heart raced. As the nurse began to prepare the room and equipment, she looked at Lando with wide eyes.
"I don't know if I can... I'm in a lot of pain, and it feels like there's something wrong with one of the babies."
Lando cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, "Hey, nothing's wrong. They're okay, love. You can do it. I'm here for you."
The doctor entered the room with an excited smile.
"The time has come! Let's meet these little champions."
Y/n smiled nervously. "It seems so..."
As the equipment was sterilized and everything was prepared, Lando noticed that Y/n was watching everything with a frightened look.
He held her hand and called softly, "Love, lean forward a little."
"Why?" She asked, frowning but doing as he asked.
Lando smiled and swung a leg over to the other side of the bed, positioning himself behind her. "I'm making sure my first love is comfortable to bring my other loves into the world."
He hugged her from behind, holding her hand and kissing the top of her head, which was slightly wet with sweat. Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, feeling safer in his arms.
The nurse put on gloves and smiled.
"Come on, Y/n. When the next contraction comes, I want you to push as hard as you can."
Y/n took a deep breath, nodding.
The contraction came hard, making Y/n lean forward a little. Lando ran his hand over her back in a light, comforting caress, while holding her other hand firmly. She took a deep breath and began to push, trying to help Lola be born.
But pain, fear and fatigue quickly mixed together. Her breathing became ragged, and the contraction began to ease without her being able to finish the effort.
"I... I can't do it..." Her voice came out shaky, choked with tears that were building up. "I'm scared..."
Y/n laid her head on Lando's shoulder, tears streaming silently as her body shook with exertion.
The nurse gave her a gentle look, trying to calm her down. "You're doing great, honey. Just a little longer, we need to wait for the next contraction, okay?"
Meanwhile, the doctor monitored the babies through the ultrasound, paying attention to their heartbeats. Minutes passed, and then the new contraction arrived. Y/n took a deep breath and pushed again.
"That's it, Y/n, you can do it!" The nurse encouraged.
Lando leaned in close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "You're doing so well, love... our little girl is almost here."
But suddenly, the nurse frowned and looked at the doctor before muttering, "WAIT a moment, something's wrong..."
"What's wrong?" Y/n, panting, opened her eyes in fright.
Lando felt her hand grip tightly and tensed. "What's going on?"
The nurse manually examined the baby's position while the doctor kept his gaze fixed on the ultrasound screen.
"The umbilical cord is wrapped around Lola's neck. This is making it difficult for her to come out because the oxygen flow to her lungs is compromised. She is getting weak." The nurse explains.
Y/n's face drained of color. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, and her breathing became faster and more irregular. She squeezed Lando's hand tightly.
"She... she'll be okay, right?" Her voice came out in a shaky whisper.
Lando swallowed, feeling his heart hammer in his chest, but he kept calm for her. He kissed the side of her head and murmured, "Baby, trust them... Lola will be fine, I promise."
The doctor sighed and looked at the team. "We can't continue with a natural birth. We need to act quickly before her oxygen saturation drops any further."
He quickly left to call the OR team, reserving a room for the emergency C-section. The nurse began to organize the room and prepare Y/n.
Lando got up from the bed to stand beside her while the nurses adjusted the IV and monitors on her. The nurse explained everything calmly, but Y/n was already crying, distressed.
"Why is this happening? I was trying! Did I do something wrong?" She sobbed, turning her face to Lando.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, resting his forehead against hers. "Hey, hey... this isn't your fault. You did everything right, my love."
"But I wanted to do this for them..." She whispered, her eyes filled with pain.
"And you still will, Y/n. You'll still bring our babies into the world, just in a slightly different way. What matters is that you're okay."
The door opened, and nurses came in with the gurney to take her to the operating room. Lando had to let go of her hand for a moment as they moved her, and the tightness in his chest grew when he saw the frightened look on her face.
"Lando..." Y/n called in a tearful voice, extending her hand.
He quickly grabbed hers and followed her as they pushed the stretcher out of the room. The nurse noticed Y/n's desperation and turned to Lando.
"You can come into the room and watch the birth if you want."
Y/n looked at him, eyes shining with tears.
"I'm going in, I just need to let our family downstairs know, okay?"
The nurse nodded. "We'll be heading up to the surgical floor, tenth floor. When you arrive, look for me at the nurses' desk, my name is Izzie."
Lando nodded and kissed Y/n's forehead as they entered the elevator.
"I'll be quick, I promise. I'll be there in minutes." Y/n nodded, but she was still nervous. "Soon, we'll be holding our babies."
She smiled weakly. "And you're going to be an amazing daddy."
"We already are. We'll just make it official in a little while." He chuckled softly.
The elevator doors closed, and Lando blew a kiss into the air before rushing out to tell his family downstairs.
Meanwhile, Y/n was wheeled into the operating room and prepped. The doctors explained the procedure, assuring her that they would pay special attention to the babies. They put the surgical cap on her and monitored her vital signs.
Sitting on the stretcher, Y/n listened to a nurse explaining: "We're going to apply spinal anesthesia, which will block the pain from the waist down. You'll feel touches and pressure, but no pain, okay?"
She nodded, but her breathing was fast. She looked around, missing Lando.
Before she could say anything, the door opened. Nurse Izzie walked in, bringing Lando with her. He was wearing a surgical cap and putting the mask on his face, smiling at Y/n.
"You came back quickly..." She sighed in relief.
Lando stepped closer, holding her hand. "And miss this moment? Not even if I were in another country."
She smiled at him, feeling immediate comfort.
The anesthesiologist came over. "I'm going to give you the anesthesia now, okay?"
Y/n nodded, squeezing Lando's hand a little tighter. Once they had applied the anesthesia to Y/n's back, they carefully laid her down on the stretcher, with the surgical field positioned so that she couldn't see the procedure.
"Now we're going to start the incision. You may feel some pressure, but no pain. If you feel anything different, let us know, okay?" The doctor explains some steps.
Lando squeezed her hand gently. "It's going to be okay, love. Lola and Liam will be with us soon." Y/n looked at him, feeling stronger with those words. "You've been so strong all these months... and you're going to be an amazing mommy now."
She smiled at him excitedly. "And you're going to be the best daddy."
The procedure began with precision and speed. Lando kept his attention divided between the surgery and Y/n, observing every detail with a mixture of fascination and anxiety. The environment around him was controlled, but the tension was inevitable. He watched the doctors and nurses working in a coordinated manner, monitors emitting rhythmic sounds, surgical instruments gleaming under the bright lights.
Time seemed to drag on until the doctor announced that they were about to take Lola out. Lando immediately looked at Y/n, and the two exchanged a smile filled with emotion and pride.
"Our first baby is coming, love." He whispered, squeezing her hand affectionately.
Y/n smiled back, her chest filling with anticipation. A few seconds passed, and then she realized that Lola had already been born, but something was wrong. Silence hung over the room. The cry she had been waiting for never came.
"Why isn't she crying?" Y/n's voice was shaky, her eyes filling with dread. "Why is our Lola so quiet?" She turned her head to Lando, searching for some answer.
Lando felt his stomach churn, fear seeping into every cell of his body. "What's going on?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but his tone held an undeniable urgency.
One of the nurses quickly took Lola to the next resuscitation table, while another began suctioning her airway. The pediatrician, keeping his tone calm and firm, explained, “She was without oxygen for a while, but we’re managing it.”
Y/n's eyes filled with tears. She tried to move, but Lando grabbed her hand, bringing her back to him. "Baby, calm down... they're taking care of her. She'll be fine."
The doctor looked at Y/n with concern. "We need to keep going. Liam is almost here, but we need you to stay calm so your heart rate doesn't increase too much, okay?"
Y/n closed her eyes, sobbing softly, while Lando stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.
The seconds felt like an eternity. The silence in the room was piercing. Y/n's heart was pounding, insecurity suffocating her. Lando tried to stay strong for her, but the fear of losing his daughter made him restless.
Then, a low, hoarse cry filled the room. Everyone in the room smiled, and Y/n sobbed in relief, letting out a tearful laugh.
"There you go!" The nurse smiled, looking at the couple. "I just needed a little help."
Lando sighed, running his hand over his wife's still sweaty forehead. "Our little one is already causing drama."
Y/n let out a weak laugh through her tears.
The doctor smiled at the comment and then focused again. "Liam is almost here."
"I hope this one is calmer than his sister." Lando looks at his wife, smiling.
Y/n smiled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. Now that she knew Lola was okay, she could breathe a little easier.
Seconds later, Liam was born, and a loud, characterful cry echoed through the room.
Y/n closed her eyes, smiling. Her babies were fine. She was fine.
"This one came in already making a fuss." Lando laughed, looking at his son over the surgical field, still holding his wife's hand.
"That's how I like it." Y/n replied, smiling weakly.
As the doctors finished the procedure, the nurses examined and cleaned the babies. One of them came over with Lola in her arms and smiled at the parents.
"Do you want to meet your little girl?"
Y/n, still lying down, turned her head and saw the nurse approaching with her little girl. Her eyes filled with tears of happiness when she saw her healthy, breathing and extremely cute daughter there.
"Hi, my love... mommy's here." She whispered, touching the baby's delicate cheek.
Lando came closer and smiled, completely enchanted. "Hi, little princess. You gave us a scare, huh?" He gently caressed Lola's cheek. "But I can see that you're going to be just like mommy... you like to keep everyone on their toes.
Y/n laughed softly, still emotional. But her maternal concern soon surfaced.
"Why is she so small?"
The nurse smiled reassuringly. "This is normal for twin pregnancies. The babies share nutrients in the womb, so they are usually smaller at birth. But she is fine, strong and healthy."
The explanation calmed Y/n, and she nodded, looking at her daughter tenderly again.
A few seconds later, the other nurse arrived with Liam in her arms and approached the other side of the stretcher, near Lando.
"Hey, champ..." Lando murmured, completely enchanted by his son.
Yin smiled, touching his cheek affectionately. "My love, look at you! So beautiful and strong!"
Liam shifted in the blankets, seemingly searching for his mother's voice, which made Y/n and Lando chuckle softly.
"They're perfect..." Y/n whispered, watching the two babies with her heart overflowing with love.
"Just like you." Lando replied, kissing her forehead affectionately.
The nurse smiled at the couple, holding one of the babies gently. "We're going to take them for some tests and monitoring while you rest, Mommy. Just in case."
Y/n blinked a few times, still feeling slightly drowsy from the anesthesia. "Will they need to stay in the neonatal unit?"
"We will evaluate, but apparently it won't be necessary. Just one night for observation."
Relief washed over her, and she nodded with a small smile. Watching them be taken away was strange—a tightness in her chest that only eased when she felt Lando's warm hand clasp hers.
"You can go with them, love." She looks at Lando, already feeling very drowsy from the anesthesia.
Lando smiled, his eyes soft and full of affection. "I know... But first, I need to make sure my first love is okay."
He brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss there. And then he stood by her side throughout the rest of the procedure and when they took her away for observation.
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It was almost dawn when Y/n insisted on going to see them. Recovery from the anesthesia had been slow, and painkillers helped ease the pain, but the need to be with her children was greater than any discomfort.
With the help of a wheelchair and, of course, Lando, she finally made it to the pediatric ward.
Lando was different. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and the obvious tiredness, there was something about him that wasn't there before. A sparkle in his eyes, a smile that seemed impossible to contain. He looked at Yin as if he were seeing the love of his life transform before his eyes because that was exactly what was happening. She wasn't just his woman, his wife. Now, she was the mother of his children.
She held Liam in her arms, studying every little detail of the baby. He had delicate features, but the same way as Lando. His little nose, the shape of his lips, his serene expression. Everything she loved about her husband was there, condensed in that little boy who slept peacefully against her chest.
On the other side, Lando walked slowly, cradling Lola in his arms. The baby was so small that she seemed to get lost in the soft blankets they had bought for her. But her eyes were open, fixed on him, as if she already knew exactly who this man was who was holding her with so much love.
"You already know I'm your daddy, don't you, little princess?" He murmured, rocking her lightly. "I know I'm very handsome, hard to look away from."
Y/n chuckled softly, watching the scene with a smile.
"But don't get used to it, okay? You and your mom already boss me around too much, soon Liam will want to give orders too. I'll have to move to the garage." Lola just winked at him, and Lando let out a laugh. "Oh, so that's how it is? Are you going to pretend you don't understand?" He nuzzled her little face. "It's okay, I know you already love me."
The atmosphere was peaceful, with other babies nearby and a few parents sitting in the armchairs around them. The low sound of conversation and the occasional cry made the moment even more special.
Then a nurse approached with a warm smile. "There are visitors for the babies."
Y/n looked up and her heart sank as she saw, on the other side of the large glass window, the most important people in her life.
Cisca held Adam's arm, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. Y/n's father wore a proud smile, while her mother looked ready to cry. Flo, on the other hand, was restless, anxious to see her nephews.
Lando helped Y/n get up and walk to the window, with extreme care, he turned Lola in his arms so that everyone could see her. The little girl was sleeping peacefully now, surrendered to sleep, a pacifier in her mouth, which seemed almost bigger than her.
Flo smiled and spoke loudly for them to hear. "My God, that pacifier is bigger than her face!"
Lando laughed. "That's the cutest thing!!"
Christy and Cisca put their hands to their chests, completely enchanted. Y/n arranged Liam in her arms and lifted him slightly so they could see him. Her father's eyes lit up and he let out a laugh.
"He's all Lando!"
Cisca and Adam agreed, laughing. "Just like Lando when he was born!"
Y/n felt her eyes water, her heart aching at having her whole family there, even separated by glass. The squeeze of Lando's hand in hers brought her back. "They are already so loved."
She nodded, smiling excitedly. "From the first second."
Lando and Y/n exchanged a look before turning their attention back to the family.
"In a few days, you'll be able to hold them." Y/n said loud enough for them to hear.
"I can already imagine spoiling these two to the limit!" Cisca smiled.
Christy looked at her daughter, her eyes shining with pride. "You were amazing, my girl. They are perfect."
Y/n listened and smiled, feeling her heart overflow with happiness.
Lando was still talking to his family about Lola, but his attention turned to Y/n when he noticed the way she looked at the babies. Completely in love, radiant, exhausted, but happy in a way he had never seen before.
He bent down a little and touched her cheek affectionately.
"I love you, Mama Norris."
Y/n smiled, feeling her eyes fill with tears again.
"I love you more, Daddy Norris."
Lando chuckled softly, resting his forehead against hers.
Iris Flowers
Ollie Bearman x fem!reader
From this request
Summary: You and Ollie had been dating since secondary school and everyone was envious of your perfect relationship. But not everything was as perfect as it seemed.You had a terminal illness, and even though Ollie was always with you, your body couldn't take it anymore. On your birthday, a year after you died, Ollie came to visit you.
WARNINGS:terminal illness,very angst, death,cemetery,not edited writing
A/n: I literally cried while writing,I hope you will like it
You and Ollie have been dating since secondary school. Everyone around you was talking about the perfect harmony and bond between you.Everyone wanted that "fabulous" relationship. Of course you weren't that happy behind the scenes.Since childhood you had a heart condition that got worse as you got older
You knew this disease had fatal consequences, Ollie knew too, but he was always trying to support you.He was trying not to let you quit, doing everything he could to discourage you if you tried to refuse a treatment.Of course, it was very difficult, especially from a young age, it was even more difficult to fight them.
And you were tired, in your heart and in your body, your pure heart that couldn't take any more stopped beating one day.It was so hard for Ollie to digest your death, not to mention getting used to it, the shock he felt when he got the news, his heart stopped when you died.Everything started to feel very difficult, it was very difficult to live and breathe for him
Of course, as the days progressed, Ollie had to move on with his life, and you'd want that too.But he never forgot you you were his soul mate you were his everything.For a while he was just devoted to his work and people around him were worried about him but it was all he could do to stop thinking about you.
But there was a special reason that Ollie was standing by the grave with iris flowers in his hand that day. It's been a year since you've been gone and today is your birthday.Ollie knew how much you loved Iris flowers, he left them on your grave and stared at the sky for a while to keep from crying."Happy birthday darling, I am here,I brought you your favorite flower, just like these flowers, I wanted to give you some comforting news."
Ollie tells you what he's been up to lately, he bluntly talked about how hard it was to get over you, he said he was trying to keep his promises to you.Tears filled his eyes as he spoke, and he was struggling not to cry.He missed you so much and it made his heart hurt.
"I don't want to lie to you Y/N, I feel like a piece of my soul has died.I tried, I really tried, but no matter how much I tried, it always seemed to make things worse I give myself to work but I know I worry people around me but it doesn't work without you" he sniffed "I wish you were here".
Then he thought of what you talked about before you died "Remember when you asked me to date someone else to replace you? I think I'm going to be single for my whole life"he chuckled to himself "There's not single soul that will ever replace you. I hope you know that, wherever you are"
"My beautiful angel thank you for...for all these beautiful years. I just wish I had more time to spend with you. Sorry I always far because of racing. I'm so.... sorry". He couldn't hold back any longer and started crying now he needed your hug more than ever.Then he felt a hand on his arm and looked over to see an old lady smiling slightly and handing him a napkin.
The old woman looked at the grave as Ollie thanked her and wiped his eyes."You seemed to love her so much. May I know who is she?"A soft smile formed on Ollie's face and he looked at your grave."I really do, she's my beloved" The old woman looked sadly at Ollie. "Sorry, it must be very hard for you" Ollie glanced briefly at the woman, then back at the grave. "It is. She was everything to me. I still feel like I'm just waiting for her to come back"
The woman rubbed Ollie's arm and slowly walked away. A white butterfly landed on your tombstone, causing Ollie to smile.He knew your soul was with him somewhere around here."My beautiful darling, every time I can come to you, no matter how hard it is, I will bring you these flowers. My sweet paradise, please don't suffer any more where you go, or I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone." he put his hand on the ground in your grave "I love you darling happy birthday again, i will come again soon" before walking away he took one last look at your grave and remembered you as you were holding the iris flowers in your hand because you always wanted to be remembered like that...
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pairing: charles leclerc x singer reader
summary: the one where she falls into a depression, her brother picks his side and lando moves on all to quickly
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"Y/n? Oh baby." Bsf muttered after opening the door to Y/ns bedroom. Her best friend immediately wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her into her chest. Y/n began to sob, her chest heaving as everything came crashing down. "I can't do this, I mean its so stupid we weren't even together and I…" Bsf rubbed her arms up and down the younger girls back. "Shhh, just let it all out honey, I've got you." Her knees immediately gave out and the pair sunk to the floor together, bsf being Y/ns life line. "I'm so stupid." Y/n whispered. "No you're not stupid, you were just in love." And Y/n clung to the one person she knew would never leave her.
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ynspriv fuck all men honestly. and fuck everything if i cant have him. atleast i got a dog now. his name is bear.
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Y/n wasn't sure how much she had drunk at that point, she did know that it was way more than she should've however. Lily and Alex were somewhere on the dancefloor, while best friend was grabbing the group another round of drinks.
Y/n quickly downed the shot that her best friend had given her before dragging her to the dance floor, "Come on I wanna dance." She said loudly as they made their way to the middle of the club.
It was a while before Bsf spoke up again, shouting loudly that she was gonna go to the toilet before wondering of. Y/n nodded aggressively before continuing to dance, as she did she stumbled, nearly face planting if a pair of strong arms hadn't wrapped her her waist to steady her.
She turned around to thank whoever had helped her but faltered when she heard a familiar voice. "Be careful, wouldn't want a pretty thing like yourself to trip." She rolled her eyes, ignoring the soft looking the man was giving her.
He went to say something but paused, shaking his head lightly, instead saying. "Little Sainz, I haven't seen you around recently."
She rolled her eyes harder than before, "Fuck off leclerc." She said loudly, the pair ignoring the fact that he still hadn't let her go.
He tilted his head slightly, slowly withdrawing his hands from her waist, "Testy testy, and here i thought we were friends."
"I don't like you, ergo your not my friend." Charles' eyes scanned her face, instantly noticing the tear tracks.
"Are you okay?" He asked her gently, his gaze intense, nearly making her melt.
"And why wouldn't I be." She questioned him, tilting her head slightly, ignoring the fact that their was no space between them.
He held his hands up, "I was just checking."
Her gaze narrowed at him as she cleared her throat, "Well, we're not friends, so theirs no reason for you to check up on me." She said sharply before turning around to find Lily and Alex.
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part 2, idk if i like it but here it is guyssssss. also oscar won miami guyssss. this ones goes out to all my 911 fans cause we're all in mourning atm.
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Grid Mum | MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
Summary: Despite you and Max not having any children of your own, it seems that your boyfriend still found a way to get a couple kids from his workplace.
Author's Note: I'M BACK MFS😭 feels like ages ago since i last wrote smth lol i think the off season killed my inspo but hey! It kinda came back ig??
F1 MASTERLIST🏎
If there was one thing you always knew about Max Verstappen, is that he would make a great dad.
Truth be told, it wasn’t in your plans at the moment to have a kid with him. Indeed, you had both agreed that you wouldn’t try for a family until Max felt ready to retire – which wasn’t happening anytime soon.
However, every time you saw how Max was with his sister’s children or Checo’s or some of your other friends’, you had to admit that part of you was excited for the day Max would act like that with his own kids.
It had started last year, when Oliver – Ollie – Bearman was called in to replace Carlos Sainz during the 2024 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. At that time, Ollie was in Formula 2 but also employed by both Ferrari and Haas as a reserve driver. And as soon as he stepped foot into the Formula 1 paddock, there was no turning back. Ollie quickly and easily charmed his way into being ‘adopted’ by the rest of the drivers.
And right now, you almost thought that this is what was happening with the new rookies.
It had been a while since a driver that young was racing at such high stakes: Lance Stroll in 2017 when he was 18, and Max in 2015 at only 17 years old. It was then easy for you to connect the dots as to why Max had been part of the drivers – mostly along with Charles Leclerc – that grew attached to the young British.
Max had the tendency to see himself in the young and promising drivers who were stepping into the F1 world at a young age. He would always remember the way he experienced it, despite the bittersweet memories that would sometimes make their way back into Max’s mind. You didn’t know him at the time; having only heard bits and pieces from around the paddock during the years that followed. But a couple months after you started dating Max a few years ago, he had told you about his first seasons in F1 and how they impacted him.
So when Max first told you about Ollie, you knew that you would be meeting him as soon as you would enter the paddock for the next race – which happened during the following grand prix when Max almost dragged you to the Ferrari garage to meet his and Charles’s protege. What you never told Max however was that he surprisingly never seemed to mind engaging with the ‘enemy’ whenever it involved a certain Monegasque.
Obviously, you’d had no choice but to also grow attached to Ollie back then. Max had been right: the kid was sweet, polite, funny, and full of potential. Having followed F2 from afar, you then became slightly more involved as you began to support the Brit and even came to visit him in his garage when F1 and F2 races happened during the same weekends.
Oh, how you were wrong. One grid kid was apparently not enough for Max. Because as soon as he saw how you were interacting with Ollie, he decided to introduce you to his other ‘hidden’ kids. Even though you were familiar with the Red Bull and Racing Bulls drivers, you had never paid much attention to the rest of their little family i.e. the juniors.
You thought that’d be it.
Therefore, the next time Max had been forced asked to film some content with the entire Red Bull family, he had made you come along with him.
“You’ll have fun! Don’t worry about them, they’ll love you.” Max had been weirdly excited about this meeting, and it didn’t take much time to understand why.
You ended up meeting Isack – F2 driver and Racing Bulls reserve driver, Liam – Red Bull reserve driver, as well as Amna and Hamda – the two sisters that raced together in F1 Academy. Watching them all film videos together, you had seen how comfortable the younger drivers felt around Max and how at ease he seemed too. He had smiled the entire time he was talking with them, and you couldn’t help the heartwarming feeling in your chest.
“So?” Max had asked you once you were back into a more private setting, just the two of you.
“It was fun, yeah.” No use in lying, the kids had been great and the whole team made you feel included during breaks.
As you hadn’t been looking at Max when answering him, this meant that you’d missed the way his grin got bigger and how he even did a celebratory fist pump, satisfied with your reply.
So once again, you’d had no choice but to keep in touch with everyone. You hadn’t expected them to enjoy being around you, but it seemed like Max had told them about you and they had surprisingly been excited to meet you.
So now, you had four other kids along with Ollie. And if you thought this time that was it, you were still wrong.
…..
Fast forward to the last few races of 2024, Liam had officially joined the F1 grid due to the departure of Daniel Ricciardo and Isack was promoted to Red Bull reserve driver. This meant that you were seeing him more often than ever as you were thus spending the races in the same garage. So whenever you and Max were in there, you could be sure that Isack wouldn’t take long before joining you two.
Then, it happened. At the end of the year, the entire grid for the next season had been confirmed: six rookies would be racing in 2025. Amongst them, three were already your unofficial grid kids and you had a feeling deep down that Max wouldn’t waste any time in quickly adopting the other three.
Every year, the FIA organised a photoshoot that aimed at introducing the drivers before the pre-season testing. You knew it wasn’t Max’s most liked event, but at this point, anything was better than the F1 75 Live that Max had been forced requested to attend the previous week. And when you watched some behind-the-scenes from the photoshoot, the smile that appeared on your face could only be described as amused and loving.
With no surprise, it happened before the season even began.
Seeing all the rookies flock to Max as they were done taking pictures made you chuckle. But what was even better was the amount of reposts and comments, even by the official Red Bull Tiktok account – you loved the admin. People were so supportive and positively responsive to the scene, most of them now qualifying Max as a ‘grid mum’ to all the rookies. And you knew Max loved it. When you had dinner with him later that day, you wasted no time telling him about it, showing him a couple funny videos about it. It was hard then, not to notice the way Max’s eyes softened as he realised how much the rookies looked up to him.
It wasn’t surprising though. Max was a four-time World Champion, with a hundred race wins and God knows how many podiums under his belt. He had broken tons of records since the beginning of his career, so it felt natural that the rookies were drawn to him.
Now if you were counting well, Max was now a proud father of six – Liam, Isack, Ollie, Kimi, Gabriel, and Jack. It would’ve been eight if the Al Qubaisi sisters were still racing in F1 Academy; but even though you wouldn’t see them that often anymore, they were still your girls more than they were Max’s.
Even though the media and other drivers at the time had always felt threatened by ‘Mad Max’ as they highlighted his aggressive and reckless driving, you – and the rookies as well – had always just admired his resilience and determination to get to where he currently was in his racing career. Sure, he could be intimidating. But the Max that all the people close to him were used to seeing could only ever be described as caring and silly.
And you thought the same would’ve been applied to Max’s new boys. You weren’t really familiar with them, maybe having exchanged a smile and greetings once or twice. But it seemed like they had already taken you for granted simply because you were Max’s girlfriend. You hadn’t expected it at all, and the surprise was obvious when Ollie came up to you on Media Day during the first grand prix of the season, Kimi and Gabriel lingering behind him. You had simply been drinking a juice in front of the Red Bull hospitality, before standing to greet the drivers.
“Hi boys!” You said as they approached you. You gave Ollie a quick hug and ruffled his hair. “Doing alright for your first weekend?”
They all nodded – Kimi and Gabriel were visibly nervous to talk with you, while Ollie quickly kept the conversation going.
“I’m glad we’ve all raced here before in F2”, Ollie explained. “Makes things easier than a whole new track that we’ve never been on.”
“Yeah, makes sense.” You turned to the two others, wanting to include them. “Are you confident on this track?”
“Hmm… Not my favourite memory, racing here. Got two DNFs last year so we’ll see if I have better luck this year.” Gabriel shrugged as if feigning indifference, but you could see that his past results in Melbourne were stressing him a bit more than he let on.
“It’s fifty-fifty for me, I’d say.” Kimi scratched the back of his neck. “I DNFed too for the Sprint, but got close to a podium in the Feature race so I’ll be hoping for the second one to happen this weekend.”
“I think Isack was the luckiest one of us there last year. He actually won the two races but got a penalty in the Sprint so only the Feature counted,” Ollie reminded.
“Well, you’re all in F1 now!” You told them with a smile. “Everything has been reset and we’re starting anew so don’t worry about the bad results of the past. Obviously it’s an experience that’ll be helpful for you to do better, but it’s a whole other racing category for you now. I’ll be cheering for all of you so just do your best and that’ll be more than enough to be proud of yourselves in the end!”
The three drivers all thanked you, glad for the support you were showing them. This was then, that you realised something.
“Did y’all want to see Max by the way? Sorry if I took up your time, I actually have no idea where he is.” You looked down at your wrist to see the time. “Haven’t seen him since he went to the press conference.”
“No, it’s you we wanted to see.” Ollie said it so casually that you almost didn’t believe it.
“Me?” You pointed at yourself.
“Yeah,” Ollie nodded in confirmation. “Kimi and Gabriel wanted to meet you, so I brought them here. Jack wanted too, but I lost him somehow”
“Oh…” You didn’t know what to say. The rookies actually seeking you out in order to meet you was definitely not your bingo card. The only thing you were sure of, is that it made your smile widen with this knowledge. “Well, that’s really sweet of you both. I wanted to meet you too so I would’ve for sure come to see you at one point during the weekend. Max talks a lot about y’all so I don’t think I had any choice but to see why for myself eventually.”
“That’s why we’re here!” Kimi immediately exclaimed with a smile on his face. “Max is always mentioning your name at least once or twice in every conversation.”
“Which we sometimes don’t know how he does”, Gabriel added.
“Yeah, I get you. He has that tendency of being able to link anything and anyone to his current topic, but you get used to it.” You shrugged with a chuckle. “Do you want to sit with me then?” You offered them. “I could use the company, other than my drink.”
The rookies excitedly nodded at your proposition, gladly sitting at the table where you’d been for the past hour or so. They were surprised when you asked them what they wanted to drink – “my treat”, you said – but gave you their respective orders before you left to go back inside the Red Bull hospitality and get their drinks. As soon as you left, Ollie turned to his friends with a satisfied smile.
“So?” He raised an eyebrow at them, clearly expecting something.
“She’s so nice, I think I could cry. It’s obvious why she and Max are together”, Gabriel said.
“Max is definitely the lucky one”, Kimi argued. “Thank you so much Ollie! This is almost making me wanna join Red Bull just to spend time with her.”
“Yeah, thanks!” Gabriel added.
“You’re both welcome”, Ollie replied with a proud smile. “And don’t ever join Red Bull for her, please. She’s actually their biggest hater and only tolerates them for Max, to be honest. She’d rather have you in another team just so she has an excuse to go to another garage.”
“Wow, okay…” Kimi had a hard time believing that; but then after thinking about it for a few seconds, he realised why you’d prefer to be anywhere else than around Christian Horner, and Helmut Marko, and occasionally Jos Verstappen. “No, yeah. Makes sense, actually.”
Gabriel nodded in agreement. He was about to ask something else to Ollie, but cut himself short when he saw that you were coming back to the table.
You put down the drinks, and gave each one to its rightful owner.
“Enjoy!” They thanked you before you started talking again. “If there’s one thing that’s making me spend time here other than Max, it’s the food and drinks”. You were almost whispering as if sharing your biggest secret. “Thank God you’re all in different teams by the way; I will absolutely have the time of my life going around the paddock every weekend.”
Exchanging smiles, the racing trio had to suppress their laughs. This was exactly what Ollie had told Kimi and Gabriel mere minutes before, and the Brit gave them a look as if to say ‘I-told-you-so’.
You didn’t even notice the discreet exchange between them, as you sipped on a new drink you had gotten yourself and kept going on.
“So if one of you ever needs me to cheer you on, I’ll be glad to infiltrate whatever hospitality. Though I’ll stop by anyway at least once during the weekend.”
If there was one thing the three rookies could agree on, without a single word coming out of their mouths, is that they were never getting rid of you. Hell, they’d probably choose you over Max if you kept being this nice and welcoming towards them. If he were being honest, Ollie had made this choice long ago: first he’d obviously go for Charles, but between you and Max? He had long decided that you’d have his custody over your boyfriend, and he was right in thinking that it’d be the same for the rest of the rookies.
…..
You’d been talking with Ollie, Kimi, and Gabriel for almost an hour when Max came to find you. He hadn’t expected the rookies to be there, but it actually warmed his heart to know that you were getting along well with them.
“Having fun?” He asked, putting a hand on the back of your chair, his eyes softening at the sight of the young drivers in front of him.
They all replied that they were, the smile widening on their faces.
“Your girlfriend is so cool, Max!” Kimi stated.
“I know, kid. She’s even cooler than me sometimes”, Max chuckled.
“Only sometimes?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Do you have four championships under your name?” Max immediately questioned. When your mouth went agape at that, Max laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’d win even more than me if you were in the car.”
“You better be, Verstappen. And of course I’d win so many more races than you!” You gave him a competitive look. “In another car, obviously. Red Bull isn’t the best anymore,” you added with a smirk.
“I’d like to see you try”, he playfully challenged. “If Christian heard you, he would ban you from the garage I think.”
“Good think I don’t care, then? I have plenty of other choices,” you claimed as you gestured towards the rookies who were still there, silently observing the funny conversation between their grid parents. “Haas” – you pointed at Ollie – “Sauber” – you pointed at Gabriel – “and even Mercedes!” You finished by pointing at Kimi.
The trio all agreed that they would welcome you with open arms, each of them arguing that their team would suit you the best.
After talking for a few more minutes, you then noticed that it was getting quite late for all of you to still be at the track on media day. You all went back to the main parking, before Max and you bid the rookies goodbye. You wished them luck one more time for the weekend, assuring them that you’d come by their respective garage.
Now in the car with Max, you almost found the silence to be too… quiet. Only the soft sound of the engine could be heard while Max was driving you both back to your hotel.
“Say it”, Max demanded with a sigh.
“What?” You looked at him, confused.
“I know what you’re thinking, so say it.” If his tone could indicate that Max was annoyed by your apparently loud thoughts, you knew better as you were certain a ghost of a smile was showing on his lips. When you stayed silent, Max took the matter in his own hands. “You miss them already, don’t you?”
“Is it so bad?” You asked. “They were so sweet, Max!”
“I won’t blame you”, Max reassured. “They can be quite…”
“Endearing?” You finished his sentence.
“Yeah”, Max nodded. “It’s kinda hard not to grow attached to them, even during a short span of time.”
“I knew you had a heart deep down!” You teased with a chuckle.
“How could you ever doubt that?” Max looked at you for a split second before focusing back on the road. “You’ve had it since the day we met.”
The way Max had uttered those words was so casual and natural, you didn’t know what to reply to that. The smile he had given you was one of those that he had always reserved for you – the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, but was still full of emotions, full of love.
Not hearing you talk back, Max laughed while you were a blushing mess. Even after several years together, he would still find ways to silent you with a single sentence. Even his compliments would sometimes still make you flustered like crazy, similar to when you had first started dating him.
“You’re alright?” Max eventually wondered, almost worried by your silence.
“I am, I am… You just can’t say shit like that, man.” You looked at him from the corner of your eye, still blushing a bit.
“Don’t call me man”, Max sighed.
“What? Why?” You chuckled. “Would you prefer ‘mate’ or ‘bro’?”
“God, no… Let’s keep that for my work colleagues, not to be used by my girlfriend. Thank you very much”, he sarcastically added.
“Noted… mate.”
Max glanced at you with a look that was saying ‘really?’ and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He didn’t even try one more second to pretend to be mad at you, simply laughing along.
Those were the moments you cherished the most with Max. Sure, you always loved to see him on track – aggressive and all serious, almost ordering the team around whenever he made his own strategy. On-track Max was the hottest version of himself if you were being honest. But nothing could beat those precious moments, when it was just the two of you and he was simply a regular guy spending time with his girlfriend – whom he was very much in love with.
…..
However, it seemed that now, there was maybe another type of moment that could compete with yours and Max’s alone time: spending time with Max, and the rookies you had somehow ended up all adopting.
One race that hadn’t been the luckiest for them, unfortunately. Isack, Jack, Liam, and Gabriel had all DNFed the Australian Grand Prix. Ollie had finished P14, which was actually last when considering the six DNFs that happened. Only Kimi had had a great race, finishing fourth on his debut.
It had only taken one race.
Even though Max had finished second and you could’ve been pleasantly celebrating his podium with just the two of you, he didn’t have the heart to refuse your request when you asked him if you could go out with the rookies and treat them to a nice meal. So here you were: Max, you, and your grid kids, having dinner together at a local restaurant that Oscar had recommended to you.
And watching your boyfriend interact with the young drivers, you couldn’t help the recurring thought that had already crossed your mind several times in the past: Max Verstappen would be such a great dad.
Unbeknownst to you, Max was having a similar opinion when watching you gentle parent the rookies as your hidden mother instinct was making its appearance: you would make such a good mother, and he couldn’t wait until the day he was ready to make you both parents.
For now, you’d both be training with your six grid kids. And one day, you’d put that into practice with yours and Max’s own child.
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Hope you enjoyed this!! It was my 1st time writing for max (after avoiding it for so long bc i was super scared of not doing him justice)
This is mostly written for my own happiness bc i have literally adopted the rookies back when they were in f2 (except liam and jack) so i feel even more invested in their career now that they reached f1 and I'm just so so proud of them for making it to that point😔
If I'm being honest, my fav rookie is ollie but isack is having his own special place in my heart bc I'm french and i can't help but supporting him🤍 don't hesitate to tell me your fav rookie in the coms!!
Stay safe, take care of yourselves, be happy, i love y'all xx
Hii babe, I have another little request if you’re taking them!
Could you write something Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader where she’s super stressed because she’s about to take her final exams (like the French bac) and she hasn’t started revising at all?? It’s literally in a month, and she feels completely overwhelmed and behind.Like she’s spiraling a bit, maybe crying over highlighters and making dramatic “I’m gonna fail” speeches while Kimi just tries to calm her down and support her. Maybe he helps her organize her revision or just stays with her through the stress, reminding her that she’s smart and capable even if she doesn’t feel like it.Basically soft academic panic + golden retriever boyfriend energy. Only if it inspires you of course!! But I’d love that dynamic.
𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 | kimi antonelli × fem!reader
summary | final exams in a month, panic sets in tears, chaos, and dramatic speeches. kimi stays, calms, organizes, and reminds: you're capable
warnings | gf!reader, academic stress, panic attack elements (crying, overwhelm), comfort, fluff, golden retriever boyfriend energy
word count | 1.5 k
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You're surrounded by highlighters. One is drying out on the edge of the bed without its cap, another is chewed between your fingers, and several more are scattered across the desk like witnesses to a crime.
Your notes are everywhere: some open on the floor, others crumpled, one pinned to the wall with washi tape like that’s going to help you absorb information through osmosis.
Your heart is pounding, your eyes are burning, and your thoughts are racing a mile a minute. You don’t even know where to start. You haven’t touched a single flashcard, haven’t opened the first topic, and the bac is in a month. One month. Thirty days. What can you do in thirty days? Go over the entire syllabus? Prepare text commentaries? Review philosophy, history, math? Sleep? No. Sleep is no longer an option.
You feel your throat burn. You're about to cry for the third time this afternoon—and it’s because of a damn dried-up highlighter.
And then, you hear the door open.
"Hey, amore..." says a familiar voice, soft, almost carefree.
Kimi walks in with a bag of croissants in one hand and his jacket slung over his shoulder. He has that smile he always wears when he sees you... but it fades the moment he takes in the disaster that is your room. And you.
"What happened here?"
You turn with a kind of hysterical laugh caught in your throat.
"What happened?" you repeat, your eyes wide. "Kimi, the bac is in a month! A month! And I haven’t started anything! I’m completely lost, I’m going to fail, my life is going to be ruined, I won’t get into university, and I’ll end up… I don’t know! Selling defective highlighters from a street stall while crying!"
You toss a tissue at your face and sigh. You're being dramatic you know it. But you're so overwhelmed you can’t help it. Everything feels too big, too hard, and you feel so, so small in front of it.
Kimi walks toward you carefully, like he’s afraid of spooking you.
"Are you crying because of…?"
"Yes, because of a highlighter!" you yell, pointing at the pastel yellow one that has tragically died on the floor. "It was dry and that was the last straw!"
He lets out a soft laugh and crouches beside you. With the kind of tenderness only he has, he runs a thumb over your damp cheek and wipes away the tear.
"At least you cry in style," he says, and you let out a choked laugh between sobs.
"Don’t make fun of me," you mumble, letting yourself fall against him. Your forehead rests against his chest, and you feel his arm wrap around you.
"I’d never do that. I'm here for this, right? To hold you while the world falls apart because of some exams."
He closes his eyes and rests his chin on your head. His voice, calm, steady, warm, filters through your chaotic thoughts like an anchor.
"You’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll do this together, okay?"
You don’t say anything, but your hand clutches his shirt. Because even though everything in your head is spinning out of control... he always manages to stop the chaos, at least a little.
You don’t know how long you stay curled up against him. It could be minutes or an eternity. All you hear is his calm, steady breathing, like he’s trying to regulate yours with his. And in a way, it works. Your heart no longer beats with the same violence, and the tears though not completely gone have stopped flowing uncontrollably.
"Does your head hurt?" he asks quietly.
You nod, not lifting your face from his shirt. His hand moves gently across your back, drawing little circles that, for the first time in hours, make you feel like you’re not alone in this wreckage.
"Okay, listen," he says softly, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. "I know it all feels like a giant mountain right now, but we can break it down. Step by step. Day by day. I’ll help you, amore. Want to start?"
"I don’t even know where…" you whisper, voice cracking.
"From the beginning. Tell me which subjects you need to prepare."
You take a breath, pull back slightly, and look at your desk in resignation.
"Literature, history, philosophy, english, geo, and math."
Kimi nods like it’s not a monstrous list.
"Perfect. Then we’re going to make a schedule. A real one. With breaks, time to breathe, and…" he reaches into the bag he left on the desk, "croissants as rewards."
You can’t help but laugh.
"You’re going to motivate me with pastries?"
"I’m going to motivate you with love and pastries. Which is objectively better than any educational system."
He hands you his phone, already open on a scheduling app. You look at it, surprised.
"You had this ready?"
"I know you, amore. I had a feeling."
You start dividing the days by subjects, assigning realistic study hours, leaving room for breaks, and marking small “rewards” at the end of each day. Kimi does it all with infinite patience, listening without judgment, suggesting instead of imposing.
"This is insane," you whisper at some point, watching the schedule take shape.
"No," he corrects you, taking your hand, "this is what you do when you decide to fight instead of give up. And you always fight even when you cry over highlighters."
You sigh. There’s still a pinch of anxiety in your chest, but it no longer fills the whole space. Because now he’s there, sharing it with you.
"What if I don’t make it? What if I run out of time?"
"Then we’ll improvise. Or you’ll do your best. Because you’re brilliant, even if you don’t feel like it today. I know that. And I’m not going anywhere. Even if you have to study twenty hours straight and yell at me because you don’t understand Rousseau."
You look at him. He has that soft, silly smile that always disarms you.
"Thank you," you whisper.
"Don’t thank me yet," he replies, standing up to grab your flashcards. "The battle against the note mountain hasn’t even started. But don’t worry. I brought reinforcements. And croissants."
You laugh. For the first time in days, you truly laugh.
And while he starts sorting your notebooks by color, as if that were a war tactic… you realize maybe you can do this.
Because you have Kimi. And with him, everything feels a little less impossible.
Days passed. Some were chaotic, full of tears, existential dread, and internal battles with the voice in your head telling you you wouldn’t make it. Others were miraculously productive, with full hours of focus, checkmarks on your calendar, and that almost-forgotten feeling of progress.
But the best part was that Kimi was there for all of it.
He became your official study partner. He sat beside you, even if he didn’t understand a single word of your philosophy texts. He read your outlines, quizzed you, and gave you a kiss every time you got one right. He learned how to pronounce Spinoza without laughing and ended up having opinions about Victor Hugo. More than once, you caught him doodling nonsense in the margins of your pages while you reviewed.
"Is this a philosophical pig?"
"No, it’s Descartes… in cochon mignon version," he replied seriously, like it made perfect sense.
And you laughed. You laughed so hard you forgot, for a second, all the stress.
That particular night, you were both lying on your bedroom floor. Your notes were stacked, and your head was resting on his lap. He was stroking your hair absentmindedly while you repeated phrases quietly.
"‘L’homme est condamné à être libre…’" you murmured.
"That guy sounds intense," he said, and you smiled.
"It’s Sartre."
"Couldn’t he just say ‘do what you want but take responsibility’?"
"Wouldn’t be existentialism if it were that easy to digest."
"Touché," he said, kissing your forehead.
You fall silent for a few seconds. Your eyes sting a little from exhaustion, and that familiar twinge of insecurity creeps in.
"Do you really think I can do this?"
Kimi stops stroking your hair and makes you look at him.
"Y/N… I don’t think. I know. You’re smart—smarter than you give yourself credit for. You’re scared, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re not capable. Look at you: you’ve been fighting this for days, organizing, reviewing, moving forward. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re scared. You keep going. And not everyone does that."
You feel a knot form in your throat. You’re not sure if it’s because of his words, his voice, or the way he looks at you like you're everything good in the world packed into one person.
"Can I give up for just a little bit?"
"You can give up for as long as you need," he whispers. "And I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to start again."
You wrap your arms around him tightly. And for a moment, between notes, highlighters, and philosophical theories, you feel safe.
And just a little bit braver.
Reader is secretly married to Lando, and she starts using his sim, she misses him and she wants to feel closer and also really wants to learn (even if she is not ready to admit that she always had a thing for learning how it would feel to be in an actual f1 car). She creates a profile for herself for fun: Mrs Norris (which of course no one thinks it’s actually her). She becomes so good at it that she ends up beating the whole grid one time, and everyone is just wondering who the hell is this person…
👀👀👀👀
Very unrealistic, but well… 😂😂😂😂
Mrs Norris (Oneshot)
Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader
Summary — It was only supposed to be a bit of fun, but really, what did she expect? Her surname might be Norris now, but she was born a Verstappen.
Notes — This was so fun!!!!!! Em, I will never not appreciate your cute ideas.
Lando had been gone for exactly twelve hours when she caved.
It wasn’t boredom—the Verstappen family didn’t do boredom. Her schedule was packed with gym sessions, influencer brunches, and brand events she had no real desire to attend.
But the apartment felt off without him. Too quiet. Too tidy.
And the sim rig—God, it just sat there. Smug. Taunting. Like it knew she’d eventually give in to its silent, high-tech seduction.
She told herself it was just curiosity. Racing was in her blood, even if she’d had zero interest as a kid. She used to stage silent protests just to get out of karting, sulking until her dad finally let her quit and focus on gymnastics instead.
Still, one harmless session wouldn’t hurt, right?
Just a few laps around Silverstone. Just something to do before bed.
Two hours later, she was red-faced, sweaty, and yelling at an AI Williams for brake-checking her into Turn 1.
She was terrible. Hilariously, painfully terrible.
But she was hooked.
—
By day three, she was watching tutorials, scribbling notes, and fine-tuning the seat and wheel setup like her life depended on it.
She texted Lando under the guise of checking in.
Hey handsome, you okay? Totally random, but what’s the best braking point for Eau Rouge?
He didn’t even question it—just sent a smug voice note with a full breakdown like she was a rookie on his team.
It made her want to destroy his time.
That night, she created a profile.
She debated using her real name, but that was a quick no. The username had to be anonymous… but also funny.
So she picked the most on-the-nose option possible.
@Mrs.Norris
It was meant to be a joke. A bit of fun. She never expected it to go anywhere.
She definitely didn’t expect to get good.
—
Two weeks in, she was holding her own in online lobbies. Four weeks in, she was winning. All of them.
Six weeks in, she entered a public charity sim race and beat George, Charles, and Alex.
The stream chat lost its collective mind.
Who TF is Mrs. Norris???
Actual alien pace.
Lando alt??
Plot twist: it’s Max Verstappen in disguise.
That last one made her laugh so hard she nearly fell out of the rig. The idea that they thought her brother was racing under her married name? Unhinged enough to make her cry.
Then came the text from Lando.
Lando:
Baby, are you using my sim under the username Mrs. Norris?
You:
Yep. And I beat them all.
Lando:
No. Shut up. You did not.
You:
Duh. I might be a Norris now, but I was born a Verstappen.
—
When he finally got home after the triple-header, he walked in to find her mid-race, cursing like a sailor, laser-focused, fire in her eyes.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking.
She crossed the finish line five seconds clear of second place.
Slowly, she removed the headset. Even slower, she turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink.
“Hi,” she said softly, suddenly shy.
He didn’t say anything.
Then he grinned.
“Mrs. Norris,” he drawled, walking over to kiss her forehead, “we are so screwed if this gets out.”
She smiled. “It won’t. They think I’m Max.”
He leaned in, voice low. “You beat my Silverstone time.”
“Your fault for sounding all smug about Eau Rouge.”
He kissed her properly then, holding her like he hadn’t seen her in months.
And neither of them mentioned the way his hands trembled slightly at the thought of her in a real F1 car.
Because if her dad ever found out?
He’d have her in one tomorrow.
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